Hi, I’m Pharaoh Maktuk nice to meet you! Well, I’m actually Sherif Vuich, but because I am Egyptian, I love to rave, and I love to wear a pharaoh costume to every rave I go to, I have decided to become Pharaoh Maktuk– the Rave Pharaoh.

I believe that there is a Pharaoh within all of us waiting to be manifested. At times in life its very easy to lose site of the infinite power within, but by showing up and being seen, and staying true to our most authentic version’s of our selves and having compassion for one another when we don’t, we access a higher power.

This higher power, amorphous, indescribable, and changing from person to person is one of the main aims of my poems and my rambles. I believe that through awareness and direction of our consciousness is the means of unlocking the higher power within, the Pharaoh ūüôā

This blog is meant as a safe place for me to brood and gather my thoughts as I attempt to call forth the highest version of my self each beautiful day through poetry and random rambles, and aid you in doing the same. I hope you join me through my pilgrimage through life as we cultivate our collective self.





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Each drop delicately sticks Holding strong without toppling Without knowledge of having ever toppled Showing elasticity like spring’s synchronicity Tears leap from the sky to first aid– nourishing Whether puddles or droplets gaining extra depth Or charred metal bleeding rust with each stab Corroding, inevitable disintegration with Each drop gently falling to the earth Free … Continue reading Flow

Phoenix #2

The heroin So irresistible Lamenting, pretending No heroine She’s subdued–¬† By stagnancy¬† The quill scribbles¬† Ignorant to intention¬† Never fulfilled Nightmare replaces nightmare Dreamer incinerated¬† Strung along in hypnosis Denial anchored Through each new life Segregated further¬† Preaching Yet no Application of Beautiful sermons¬† Desperate wishes Of validation¬† Sonnets received¬† She burns in hell No … Continue reading Phoenix #2


Hypnotized fireflies Gazing up,¬† Their reflections¬† Entwined¬† In this battle¬† Within space¬† Which is the observer¬† And how many levels¬† Of mirrors reverberating¬† awareness– exist¬† Through this labyrinth Of reality¬† Dew cradles my cheek Unfelt space But seeing that which is felt A gentle reminder, These duplicates Are blind to the Aurora of lanterns Above,¬† … Continue reading Observed

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